Time moves on and everything goes...


Time Clock

The time is departing
on to the shadowy,
and future is starting
innovative and free.
With tomorrow pending
in its unmarked way,
memories mending
for the unknown day.

Each hour is forsaking
to the unknown streets,
new times up waking
with unfamiliar treats.
For nothing goes forever
it gets in instant lost,
when void will gather
what time has tossed.

Way of life is changing
like waves to a shore,
new conduct arranging
when old is no more.
A circle going around
shifts of different ways,
fresh to aged found
as time clock on plays.




Poetry by Peter S. Quinn
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Written on 2018-03-29 at 03:03

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josephus The PoetBay support member heart!
Nicely written. I especially like the lines “Each hour is forsaking
to the unknown streets“.
2018-03-29


Ashe The PoetBay support member heart!
A lovely way to express the cycles of life and nature.
I like it very much.
Ashe
2018-03-29